helloo :3 , im lovee your fics soo muchh!! And it's always greatt, hopee you doing very well ;3. Can you do narumi fic? The reader ( like a strong but soft and gentle reader? If is okayy) having a huge crush on him. But, gen doesn't like them from beginning, but slowlyy in love with them ( angst i guess :p) .
Gen just hate the way the reader liking him, he kinda insults them by calling them weak or something just to make them go away from him. But turn out he the one who hurt. Kinda sad i know, but if this was okayy. I'm so sorryyy for how crazy is this. 😭😔 I'm just dying for angst to fluff..
Small note: I’m really glad you’ve enjoyed my fics so far and I I’m always happy to do a request. Also I’m sorry if this isn’t as angsty as you wanted, it isn’t somthing I write a lot. anyways I hope you enjoy along with the rest of readers <3
The first thing most people noticed about you was how gentle you were.
Your voice was soft, the kind that never rose unless absolutely necessary. You smiled easily, listened carefully, and had a habit of holding doors open or quietly helping teammates without announcing it. You laughed when people joked, apologized even when something wasn’t your fault, and treated everyone with a kindness that almost felt old-fashioned.
Which was exactly why no one expected you to be one of the strongest fighters in the Defense Force.
Your combat ability was something people only discovered when they actually spoke with you, trained with you, or watched you in the field. On paper your numbers were impressive—but numbers didn’t capture the way you moved. Calm. Precise. Controlled.
And unfortunately for you, that sweetness had latched onto one very unfortunate person.
Your friends did not understand it.
“Seriously?” one of them whispered one afternoon in the training room, watching him across the floor. “Him?”
Gen Narumi lounged against the wall like he owned the building, lazily scrolling through his phone with his uniform jacket half-unzipped. His posture screamed boredom, arrogance, and someone who absolutely knew how strong he was.
You felt your face warm slightly.
Your friends stared at you.
“He literally called you ‘useless’ last week.”
“…He might’ve been having a bad day.”
Your friend looked like she wanted to shake you.
“Y/N, he has bad days every day.”
Across the room, Narumi glanced up from his phone.
His sharp eyes met yours.
Then his gaze shifted away like you were nothing.
Your chest pinched a little.
Because the truth was simple.
And he very clearly did not like you back.
The nickname came with the usual lazy drawl.
You turned around in the hallway to find Narumi standing behind you, one hand in his pocket.
Your shoulders straightened automatically.
His eyes flicked down to the training reports in your hands.
“You’re on tomorrow’s squad rotation with me.”
Your face brightened a little.
The words were blunt. Dismissive.
You felt the sting but forced a small nod.
Narumi hummed skeptically.
“Yeah? Because from what I’ve seen, you’re all smiles and tea parties.”
Your fingers tightened around the papers.
Just gave a polite bow of your head.
He clicked his tongue and walked past you.
The next day, a Kaiju attack hit the outer district.
Sirens wailed. Buildings shook. Smoke curled into the sky.
Narumi landed on the battlefield with his usual casual confidence, weapon resting on his shoulder as he surveyed the destruction.
Then he noticed you standing beside him.
Your grip on your weapon was steady, but your shoulders were tense.
“I won’t get in your way.”
Everything happened fast after that.
Narumi launched forward first, moving with terrifying speed. The creature swung a massive claw toward him—
Narumi barely registered it at first.
Then suddenly you were there.
Your blade cut clean through the Kaiju’s limb before it could reach him.
The impact echoed through the street.
You landed lightly on the ground, breathing steady.
“…it’s Left side is weaker,” you said softly.
Then you ran forward again.
For the first time since meeting you…
After that mission, things began to change.
Narumi didn’t suddenly become nice.
But he started watching you.
At first it was curiosity.
Because the gentle girl he’d dismissed kept doing things that didn’t make sense.
You fought like a veteran.
But off the battlefield, you still held doors for people.
You could slice through Kaiju armor without hesitation.
But you apologized if someone bumped into you in the hallway.
You brought homemade snacks for teammates.
You stayed late helping rookies practice.
You were still nice to him.
Even after everything he’d said.
Narumi didn’t understand it.
Three weeks later, he cornered you in the training room.
You looked up from wiping the sweat off your neck and face.
“Oh. Hi, captain Narumi.”
It made something uncomfortable twist in his chest.
“Why are you nice to me?”
Your expression softened.
“Because you’re my teammate.”
You tilted your head slightly.
“I’ve insulted you. Called you weak and useless . Told you to stay out of my way.”
“And you still smile at me like that.”
“You’re not a bad person.”
Your smile turned smaller.
Something about the way you said it made Narumi suddenly feel… strange.
Like the ground beneath him shifted slightly.
But that night he found himself thinking about it.
Narumi kept watching you.
And the more he watched, the more the picture changed.
You trained harder than almost anyone.
Never demanded attention.
You helped others quietly.
And when missions got dangerous…
One afternoon during a joint operation, Narumi witnessed something that stuck with him.
A Kaiju broke through the defense line.
You stepped between them.
The impact slammed you into a wall.
But before the dust even settled—
Your strike split it straight down the center.
Silence fell over the battlefield.
You exhaled slowly, shoulders relaxing.
Then turned to the rookie.
Your voice was gentle again.
Like the fight hadn’t even happened.
Narumi felt something in his chest twist painfully tight.
After that, he stopped insulting you.
But the harsh edge faded.
His teasing became quieter.
But you never mentioned it.
Just smiled at him like always.
And somehow that made things worse.
Because Narumi started realizing something he hadn’t expected.
You listened when he rambled.
You laughed at his sarcastic comments.
You never judged him for skipping paperwork.
You even brought him coffee and energy drinks a few times.
Narumi stared at the cup of coffee like it might explode.
“Then you should rest more.”
Narumi watched you walk away.
Something warm settled deep in his chest.
The realization hit him months later.
A Kaiju burst from underground unexpectedly.
The shockwave threw everyone off balance.
Narumi saw the debris collapsing toward you.
He moved without thinking.
He grabbed you and pulled you back just before the concrete crashed down.
Your body was pressed against his.
He realized his arms were still around you.
He didn’t let go immediately.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
Then you gave a small nervous laugh.
Because suddenly he understood something he’d been ignoring for months.
He remembered every cruel thing he’d said to you before.
Guilt clawed through him.
But something in your expression looked uncertain.
Narumi turned away before you could see the conflict on his face.
That night he found you sitting alone on the rooftop.
You were looking at the city lights.
But his feet kept moving forward.
Your smile appeared automatically.
There was that warmth again.
Narumi hated how much he liked it.
He leaned against the railing beside you.
He didn’t have anything sarcastic to say.
“…Did I do something wrong?”
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
You looked down at your hands.
“If I upset you somehow—”
Then ran a hand through his hair.
“…I’m the one who messed up.”
He stared out at the city.
His voice was quiet but firm.
“I judged you before I knew you. Called you weak. Treated you like you were nothing.”
He clenched his fists slightly.
“And you were still kind to me anyway.”
Your expression softened.
Then he said the words that had been stuck in his throat for weeks.
Narumi looked almost irritated with himself.
You laughed softly, a little breathless.
Narumi rubbed the back of his neck.
“Yeah well. Neither did I.”
And suddenly Narumi felt like maybe he hadn’t completely ruined everything after all.
“You took a long time to figure it out,” you teased gently.
And for the first time since meeting you…
Narumi realized something.
Your kindness had never been weakness.
It had always been strength.
You’d been strong enough to love him even when he didn’t deserve it.
He wasn’t going to waste that chance again.
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